Author's Note: Long chapter is long. (Well, it's long for me anyway…) We're moving a little fast so… yeah, any feedback about it would be great. I appreciate honest criticism but please don't be brutal.
*Sigh*Hard chapter to write. I can't believe I wrote the smut at work. *Shame* I keep looking over my shoulder to see if anyone's reading. My boss almost read it.
Warnings: Non-descriptive voyeurism, a little Tony thinking too deeply, smutty flashback
DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE. Well the plot for this story is mine. Not the characters or anything.
Summary: Tony had always been careful with who he sleeps with. Man or woman, he always makes sure that there will be no accidents. Still, who really knew how potent a frost giant sorcerer was in bed? Well, now he had some idea.
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Darkness and shadows played along the faded walls, the harsh whispers of strong gales of wind carrying snow and frost into the ruined chambers of what once was a magnificent palace. Spires of jagged ice crawled up the walls and pillars and littered the ground with deadly, glittering crystals. Seated on the ruined throne, the sole occupant of the room watched the images from the wall of ice he had conjured, deep in thought.
Now he understood why Loptr had chosen such a creature he had originally assumed weak and insignificant. For five days he watched and observed this human, who had no knowledge or gift of magic, create images and objects out of thin air, play with fire and bring life to a marionette of red and gold steel. He watched him toil throughout the days, mesmerized by the sweat beading his brow, the crease in his forehead deepening in thought, the sharp eyes trained on every detail of his labors and the precise, confident movements of his dexterous hands. Truly a master craftsman at work.
There were times when a female and another male would force him away from his work and he would watch them feast at the table. Sometimes they would talk seriously, others they would share laughter, though most nights would end with the female reprimanding Loptr's little pet. It was unfortunate that the price of using more magic could be exposure. How he wished he could hear their conversations. He had told himself numerous times that information about Loptr might be passed along. Of course, hearing the curious mortal's voice was an additional benefit.
During his own repose, long after the mortal had been swept by his slumber and he'd been assured that he was alone, he had wondered what it would be like to hear the mortal speak his name, especially during that one night when he'd been pleasuring himself, his lips mouthing a single word over and over amidst his shallow gasps and soundless, stifled moans and indiscernible words. It made his blood boil, first in inevitable lust then in overwhelming rage. The name he'd spoken in silence was the name given to Loptr by that deceitful, cradle-robbing king of Asgard who poisoned his brother's mind to go against his own people.
He seethed for a moment, calming himself as he watched the mortal who was seated with his male companion in a luxurious chamber inside an oddly shaped metal object with wings, leaving the female one. It had surprised him to no end how the thing soared through the air as if it weighed nothing and he assumed this was yet another work of craftsmanship this mortal created.
It would truly be a shame and a waste to kill him now. With his genius and skills, he had no doubt that his realm will flourish. And the child that he carried? He had seen enough, knew enough to ascertain that the mortal was having a child. Well, there were a lot of uses for it. It wouldn't be too bad having him share his bed with the mortal either and if he and the child proved useless? Then, he could just dispose of them.
It certainly helped that attaining this 'Tony' and the child would cause injury to his brother if his assumptions were correct.
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It was already getting dark in New York and the lampposts in Teterboro Airport were already flickering on as airport personnel scuttled about wearing orange vests and holding neon lights in their hands as they led the jets back into their hangars for the night. Load roars of engines and the screech of tires on asphalt echoed throughout the field, thankfully muffled by the soundproofed glass of the lone black SUV parked unobtrusively in one corner and sparing the people inside.
Inside the vehicle, Steve Rogers crossed his arms as faint music played over the radio, further drowning out the noise while Phil Coulson tinkered with his phone, reading through messages and reports. Natasha Romanov sat at the back, leaning against the door with her bare feet propped over the seat, playing Angry Birds on her pad.
"Do you think it's anything serious?" Steve asked concernedly as he ran his fingers through golden blonde hair, looking out over the hangars as he waited for any sign of Tony's jet.
The past few weeks had been difficult for Tony and he had been worrying about it for quite a while even though he'd been assured that modern medicine would find out what was wrong with him. It had been alarming hearing Tony heaving sometimes after midnight, throwing up whatever little thing he ate the night before, or that time when he'd dropped from the sky, unconscious, and for unknown reasons. It was a good thing he was caught or he'd have plunged to his death and the former soldier didn't really want to think about that.
Steve would not say it out loud (and never to Tony) but he somehow felt responsible for the billionaire. At first, he had felt that he owed Howard, that since he was gone, the responsibility for his only son would fall on his shoulders. He had even resented Tony because he was nothing like his father. He was rash, difficult, stubborn, snarky, egotistic, cynical – he could go on forever. But then, he was also gentle, kind, thoughtful and considerate – albeit awkward and uncomfortable. Now, he'd grown on Steve and the blonde liked to think that they were friends – and there was no way he'd allow his friends to come to any harm.
There was a little shuffling in the back, drawing his attention, and Natasha hummed, followed by a soft sound of falling blocks and a couple of snorts. "It's really hard to tell with Tony."
Phil shrugged from beside him, never taking his eyes off the screen of his phone. "It'll be useless to worry about it now. We'll have to wait for an official report then we can take action."
Still uncertain, Steve nodded though he doubted either one could see him.
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Up in the air, the jet was nearing the airport and the pilot had already announced that they would be landing in a few minutes. All of the flight attendants were in their own cabin, only a call away if they were needed, leaving Clint and Tony alone to fend for themselves. It was better this way, Clint thought as he sat on the soft, leather couch, holding a cold bottle of beer in one hand and Tony's ice cream in the other while watching him fix his tie up. No one would hear anything about what they were talking about.
Once he was done, Tony sat beside the archer and took his ice cream back, taking a spoonful of vanilla drowning in chocolate syrup and putting it in his mouth while the archer watched him in morbid fascination.
"You're going to get yourself sick and give the kid diabetes," he remarked, actually flinching as the billionaire took another spoonful.
"It's not like I eat this every day," Tony snorted, rolling his eyes. "Chances are, this might actually be healthy for JB, being cold and all, and give him (or her) a sweet tooth."
"JB?"
"Short for Jellybean. You have to admit, JB's hologram kinda looked like one," Tony answered as he began to stand, suddenly not wanting ice cream anymore. He had decided to put the ice cream container back to the small kitchen but was pulled back down by an insistent hand on his arm.
"Give it here. I'll do it," Clint offered, putting his hand out. "Don't want you tripping over your own feet and falling on your ass."
The billionaire scowled and kept the container close to his chest. "The kitchen is right there, Clint. I think I can walk about five steps by myself."
"Yeah, you can but you're not going to. Give it here," the archer insisted sternly to which Tony responded with a fierce scowl as he handed the tub over. "The plane's going to land soon and there's bound to be some turbulence. You fall, we get all kinds of complications and I'm going to get it. I'm just following orders."
"From Pepper?"
"From Pepper and Stephanie," he corrected. "You don't know how scary those two are. Don't you remember what they kept telling you? You have to take it easy and be as comfortable as possible because we don't know what kind of complications that baby's in danger of having beyond the human half of his chromosomes."
"You're on a first name basis with my doctor?" he asked, surprised. He shook his head. "Never mind that. Are you all going to be like this? You know I can take care of myself," Tony stated, miffed and definitely offended when Clint sneered. "I've been doing it since I was a kid. Do you really think I'm that irresponsible?"
The archer shrugged, infuriating Tony more. "Look, there's no doubt you can take care of yourself. It's the little squirt they're worrying about and I don't want to have to explain to them if we get any problems. Pepper's worried about you – and I'm beginning to understand why – and she promised she'd hack my balls with a spoon if something goes wrong – and I happen to like my balls where they are. Just go with it for a while."
Tony's brows furrowed, still unhappy but he had calmed enough. "Well, it's not going to be just a while, Clint. We're talking about seven more months here. At least. This is going to drive me crazy."
"Well, you're not the only one who's gonna go crazy. I just got on your little baby boat and you're already driving me up the wall without even trying. Let's face it – we'll all deal with this when the news gets out. Fury will go totally batshit insane," Clint replied, smiling humorlessly. "Or at least, the Council will drive him to it – if they find out."
"Another can of worms I don't want to deal with right now, thank you," said Tony dismissively as he leaned back, relenting to Clint's demands. "We should focus on how we're going to slip past Fury."
Clint snorted. "Worry about Fury later when you're actually in front of him. We have to convince Phil and Natasha first. Those two have built in lie detectors."
"We can handle it as long as we stick to the plan," said Tony offhandedly.
"What? Bullshit our way through it?"
"You got it."
"That's not a plan."
"We'll improvise."
"We're gonna get caught."
"We will if you keep on thinking like that. Pessimist."
"Not pessimistic. Realistic." Clint breathed deeply. "How are we going to break the news to everyone when we can't hide it anymore? You do know that this is going to be all kinds of complicated, right?"
"Of course, I do," Tony scoffed. "Anyway you look at it, it's gonna be difficult. But before anything else, I'm still a businessman, Clint. I don't go anywhere or do anything if I know I'm not ahead of the game by a mile."
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Tony's jet sped through the airport ramp, slowing to a halt in front of one of the empty hangars as maintenance and airport staff rushed forward and brought the mobile stairs in front of the door. Steve, Natasha and Phil were out of the SUV, looking out for any sign of Tony and Clint in the small crowd of people that now surrounded the jet. It wasn't long before the crowd began to disperse and the jet was led into a hangar.
"Hey, I see them," Steve said, a smile curving his lips as he pointed at the pair approaching them and the SHIELD-owned black SUV they were all leaning on.
Tony was there, still impeccably dressed in a tailored suit and tie while Clint, in plain jeans and a shirt, walked beside him, carrying a silver case in his hand. Airport personnel followed behind them, pushing a trolley with a large oval-shaped case, that even in the sparse light, they could see Iron Man's colors.
"What do you think that is?" Natasha asked, tilting her head to get a better look.
Phil followed her line of vision, brows furrowed. "Whatever it is, it's bound to be a surprise. The question is if it's a good surprise or a bad surprise."
"We'll know soon, I'm sure," said Steve, smile dropping a bit in concern as he warily stared at Tony's new invention.
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"We should've hitched a ride," Clint groused as he scowled at Tony, swinging the silver case between them, his sharp eyes sweeping across the field and spotting a familiar head of red hair and a flash of gold.
Huh. So there they were.
"A little exercise is good for the body, Clint. Stephanie said so," the billionaire countered with a sly smirk, dragging Clint's attention back. His hands were deep in his pockets as he threw the archer a sidelong glance and a tiny smirk. "Besides, it's more dramatic this way."
The archer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know how Pepper puts up with you on a daily basis. Heck, I pity you-know-who for wanting to put up with you on a daily basis."
Tony chuckled. "Nobody can resist this," he said gesturing to himself.
"I can," Clint deadpanned with a raised eyebrow.
Tony looked at him with a patronizing smile that made Clint sigh again. "That's because you have questionable taste, except when it comes to Natasha. Probably your best decision ever."
"Don't I know it," Clint whispered under his breath.
"Hey, I got a question for you," said Tony. "Do you think I look a little… big in this suit?"
Clint seemed to freeze for about a second before following Tony's stride, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead as he stared at Tony from the corner of his eye. "Oh, God, is this what Stephanie warned me about?" He paused, looking almost pained, earning an amused and curious gaze from Tony. "Look, I'll only say this once, okay? You're not fat. You're perfect. Very beautiful." He stopped, a pained grimace settling on his face. "I think I'm gonna barf now."
"Yeah, pretty smooth there, Romeo, but I didn't mean that," Tony replied dryly with a roll of his eyes. "Although I have to admit that I did walk in on that one. What I meant was if JB's getting obvious," he paused, hesitating and looking a little uncomfortable. "Stephanie said JB grew a bit and consequently, so did I."
"It isn't and if it is, we can always say you have a beer belly."
Tony looked at him pointedly, mouth set in a line and eyebrow raised. "That's a good excuse except for one problem: I've been sober for the past few months. And I've been a lousy drunk but I never had a beer belly. I had – have – rock-hard abs."
The archer snorted. "Then, we'll just say you gained weight from eating too much junk food – which you have been doing but with healthy stuff," Clint offered, shrugging nonchalantly. "Kinda."
He nudged Tony and tipped his head in the SUV's direction, steering him to the waiting group.
"So what did the doctor say?" Steve asked immediately when the two were in hearing range.
"Well, it's great to see you, too, Stevie-pie, I missed you lots," Tony cooed, batting his eyes at the soldier who chuckled and pulled him into a one-arm hug, squeezing a bit before letting go. Tony had to make sure to keep a small distance between them and just patted him on the cheek before he stepped back. "It's nothing too serious but I'm banned from all kinds of fun stuff until my doctor gives the okay."
Phil, still dressed in a generic black suit, turned his eyes to Clint who shrugged.
"Yeah, he's under house arrest," Clint answered casually. Here we go. "Moderate dehydration and fatigue caused by viral gastroenteritis that should be calming down already. He doesn't require bed rest but he's not allowed to do anything too strenuous, he has to eat healthy and sleep regularly."
Tony sighed wistfully, shaking his head with a dreamy little smile. "It's like I'm ten again."
"Tony, this is serious," Steve scolded him firmly before turning back to Clint. "Anything specific we need to do?"
Clint grinned. "His doctor made him a list. He has a menu plan and curfew now. His doctor will be coming here after two weeks to check on him."
"Yeah, and he doesn't appreciate everyone talking as if he's not here," Tony interrupted grumpily.
"Alright, kids," Phil cut in before Clint could retort. "Get in the car and we'll talk about it on the way."
"Dad, he started it," the billionaire whined, grinning as Natasha rolled her eyes and opened the door, slipping inside.
"It's great to have you back, Tony," Phil said with a genuine smile, shaking his head. "It's been too quiet without you."
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"If Loki doesn't know he can have a kid with another guy, how can you be sure he'd even want it?"
Clint had asked him that question when they were alone in the mansion. Pepper had gone for another meeting and Stephanie had already left with another sample she took from Tony (with that really big needle that had no business going anywhere near him and Jellybean). Clint had been drinking beer and Tony had been finishing his required vegetable salad while they watched the Hangover like he'd promised.
He dismissed it then but now, while he looked out the window of the SUV, vaguely aware of Clint sitting between him and Natasha (for all he knew, whispering cavity-inducing nothings in her ear), Phil driving and Steve muttering to himself while he played Angry Birds on Natasha's pad, he couldn't help but mull on it again.
It made him anxious and it made him think of things he didn't want to think about.
The fact was he didn't know if Loki would even want the baby. The god had too much on his plate and he really didn't want to complicate things more for him than it already was. It was hard (and oddly painful) enough imagining that Loki would think it was freakish and if Tony's suspicions were right about this being an exclusive frost giant feature, then would Loki hate JB by default for being a product of his heritage? He hadn't accepted what he was completely and he was trying but more than himself, he hated the people who had abandoned him first.
Then there was his family. How would his parents feel about having a half-human, half-frost giant baby for their grandkid? And Thor? What would he think? Loki might have hated them at some point, hated them enough that he literally and figuratively went off the deep end, but their opinions mattered to him, now more than ever.
And what about them?
"I find it unbelievable how you make me love you..."
He bit his lip, absently watching the cityscape pass by. He'd only ever said it once and Tony didn't even know if it was real or just a dream. It happened on that night before he had to return and stay in Asgard, the night that he had showed Tony what he was.
Flash Back
It was a rare night in the mansion when Tony would be left alone while everyone did their own business. Most nights, he was the one completely booked for some event or another. Clint and Natasha were out on a date (date-slash-reconnaissance-mission), Phil and Bruce were taking Steve out to enjoy the sights (they banned him from taking Steve anywhere when he took him to a bar) and Thor was visiting Jane in New Mexico (gotta be jealous of the guy when he could travel anywhere and not worry about air fare). He treasured these nights. This was the kind of night when he could let loose a bit and have anyone come over.
Even a convicted war criminal who also happened to be Thor's adopted brother and his current, uh, lover – who was also being very difficult and unreasonable.
"Oh, come on. It's not like turning blue is anything different from turning green," said Tony exasperatedly as he sat on his bed, leaning back on fluffy pillows, a pad perched on his crossed legs. "At least, you don't pop out of your clothes like Bruce does every single time."
Loki paced in front of his bed, stopping to glower at him (Tony just rolled his eyes – he wasn't affected at all), before striding back and forth again. He watched the fascinating swish of the god's green (Tony had tried to get him to wear a different color but it didn't suit him as much as green did) robe around those long legs, his gaze climbing up those lean hips and narrow waist outlined by the heavy-looking black leather coat with all those silver buckles and plating.
Tony was appreciating the view, his pad forgotten as he continued ogling the god. Loki was by no means as bulky as Thor but there was no denying the broad set of his shoulders and the corded muscle of his arms that he'd crossed, barely visible under thick leather sleeves and metal gauntlets. His eyes moved further up his neck, the high collar of his robe covering the sharp bite Tony gave him the night before, up his pale jaw and lingering a little longer on those sexy, frowning lips.
He moved past the thin, aristocratic nose and was a little startled to find brilliant, green eyes boring into his own.
"Are you finished eye-raping me now?"
Tony couldn't help it, he laughed, disguising it as a series of coughs while Loki raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him, a blush staining his cheeks.
"Sorry," he managed to blurt out, eyes clinching shut as he tried to calm himself, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. "Sorry, um, that's just so out of character that I couldn't – I can't – uh, where did you even hear that?"
Blush darkening, Loki answered with a dignified, "the archer is very loud. Particularly when he thinks he's alone with that assassin."
"They both have names, you know," he repeated (they'd had this conversation countless times already), Loki grunting in response. One of these days, he'd get him to say them. "Anyway, chances are, they really thought they were alone. What were you even doing wandering around?"
"I wanted to explore," he answered with a mischievous little smirk that never failed to make Tony shudder – in a very good way.
Translation: I wanted to sneak around and see if they'll notice.
"Just don't get caught and remember to have them blame somebody who's not me when you decide to pull some pranks," he reminded, forcing his attention back to his pad where he and Bruce were brainstorming on how to make super-elastic-yet-very-comfortable pants (and boxers) for him.
There was that incident where he randomly turned into the Hulk in his boxers and was freaking naked when he changed back. It was very awkward and Clint kept a picture hidden somewhere.
"Anyway, stop changing the subject and just show me already," Tony demanded as he did a quick read and added a note before saving the file, tossing the pad on the bed.
"No, Tony. You do not understand what you are asking of me," he said gravely, shaking his head.
"Hasn't stopped me before," Tony remarked with a light shrug.
"Don't you understand?" he hissed. "That form… I don't want to see it and I do not want anyone else to see it. You must understand," he pleaded with him. "I grew up knowing they were abominations, monsters, things that should not exist in the nine realms. To find out that I am one? I lost myself, Tony, you know this. I fear that I will never accept that I can be anything else – anything more – than a monster when I look at myself in the mirror." He closed his eyes as if in great pain, releasing a deep breath. "If I pretend that I can't turn into one then maybe I will forget that I am not my parents' child, that I am not my brother's sibling, that I am not a monster and that I had been thrown away since my birth because I was never good enough."
His voice trailed off into a whisper, his eyes dark with hurt and Tony didn't know exactly when he'd stood up and walked up to him, wrapping his arms around him. Inside though, he was seething. He took a few deep breaths before trusting himself to speak, feeling a pair of gauntlet-clad arms go around his waist and pull him closer. The metal dug into his back but he didn't care one bit.
"Listen to me, okay?" he began, feeling Loki bury his face on his neck, his cool breath making the hair on his nape stand on end. He cleared his throat. "You are not a monster – you never were. You're just different." Loki was far from convinced, he felt, and Tony's mind raced as he tried to find something that could explain this better because damn, this was hard. Especially to someone who was broken enough to commit suicide and try to take over the world because of this. Fuck. "Look, frost giants are frost giants and gods are gods. They're two different species who are at war with each other. They're gonna stab each other in the back when they can't do it literally.
"There's gonna be a lot of rumors, a lot of stories and all kinds of crap so they could get their little brats to sleep or do their chores or whatever." He paused. "What I'm trying to say is they'll talk – they'll lie about each other. Who even knows what frost giants do in their spare time anyway? They sure as hell don't have any idea what gods do but I know they're telling their kids how Asgardians are sick sons of bitches, eating puppies raw for breakfast and crap. And everybody loves puppies," he paused, eyes wide as he realized what he'd just said and scolded himself. Seriously, Stark, puppies? That's the best you can think of? "Look, all I'm trying to say is it's good, old-fashioned prejudice.
"And about you being thrown away? It isn't your fault your sperm donor was a jerk. Sorry for the cliché, but what you are doesn't define who you are. Didn't I tell you this before?" He felt the arms around him tighten more and he ran his fingers through soft, black hair soothingly. "You also have to admit. If he hadn't done that, then you wouldn't be with the family you have now."
There was silence and Loki just held him, unmoving and thinking it over. They'd had this conversation before and Loki, for all his arrogance and his brains, just couldn't accept it. He smiled when he felt a kiss on his neck before Loki pulled away, a hesitant warmth swimming in his eyes as he looked down at him. "Put that way, I suppose you are right."
"Of course, I'm right," he said cheekily, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm always right."
"I wouldn't go so far," he teased, his voice low and husky, dipping his head low to press his lips against Tony's in a slow and gentle kiss. "Thank you."
"Does this mean you're going to show me now?" he asked, feeling Loki tense.
Never let it be said that Tony had any problem focusing on something.
"If you insist," he said with a long suffering sigh. "But I cannot guarantee that you would like it. In fact, you will find it strange."
"Stop telling me what I'm not gonna like," he said, waving a hand dismissively as he stepped back and sat on the bed. "Just so you know, I like strange."
Loki still looked uncertain, but he nodded, more to himself than to Tony. He stood straight, releasing the tension in his shoulders and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
It was slow and Tony didn't see anything different until he saw a blue tinge creeping up the collar of his robe, spreading up his jaw until it painted his face and the rest of any visible skin completely. A pattern of curved ridges decorated his brow and he opened his eyes slowly, everything completely red.
"Wow," was the only thing Tony could think of to say, his mouth refusing to close as he stared in awe at Loki's real form, his eyes wide. He could feel a familiar stirring in his cock as his eyes wandered to those slender, sinful hands, each of those long fingers tipped with a dark blue nail.
Fuck. Was it strange that he was getting freaking hard just by looking at his hands? He thought not, especially when he was very aware what those hands could do to him. He stood up and stared at him, lifting his hand to slowly trace the markings with his fingertips, keeping his touch light.
Loki's skin was smooth but it felt cooler than it did when he was in his usual form. He stood still, his face unreadable as Tony took to tracing his eyebrows, looking straight into his red eyes.
"Wow," he said again, voice dropping to a low whisper. "You have to be kidding me. You're gorgeous."
Red eyes widened in surprise and Loki blinked, his mouth going slack.
"I want to get you naked right now."
A surprised chuckle rumbled through his chest and a smile curved dark blue lips. "That can be arranged."
"Yeah, and I want you to fuck me like this."
"That is also acceptable," Loki murmured as he bent his head and captured Tony's lips in a kiss.
His lips were cool and soft, slanting perfectly and melding with the heat that was starting to build up in Tony. He sucked on Loki's bottom lip, drawing it out with playful nips and nibbles before he pushed his tongue past their lips, exploring and tasting something mixed with Loki's taste. He pulled back slowly, licking his lips and said, "you taste sweet."
"And you are addicting," Loki whispered to him. "I cannot get enough of you."
The god seized his lips and thrust his tongue into Tony's mouth, smothering his groan of pleasure as he grabbed Tony's denim clad hips and ground their groins against each other. With strength he had just recently learned Loki possessed, two hands grabbed him by his ass and lifted him up so he could wrap his legs around the god's lithe waist. He wound on arm around Loki's neck, his free hand tugging insistently at the silver buckles that kept his coat closed tight. With a little tug that didn't jar the god from kissing him in the least, he managed somehow to open the heavy coat and nearly tore the collar of his robe to expose Loki's neck.
He pulled away from the kiss, taking a breath of needed air before latching on to Loki's jaw, pressing kisses up the line of his jaw to his earlobe, biting the bit of cool flesh and giving it a soothing lick.
Loki moaned and laughed at the same time and Tony couldn't help but chuckle as he nuzzled against his neck, rubbing his beard against the sensitive blue skin.
"Stop it or I'll drop you," he muttered softly, a smile evident in his voice.
"If you move a couple of steps forward, you can drop me anytime," he said cheekily as he pulled away and grinned, cocking his head back to his bed.
He felt the world tilt around him fast. He blinked and found himself on the bed, straddling Loki's hips as the god laid comfortably underneath him, the blue of his skin standing out on the white sheets. They were both still dressed though Loki had thankfully removed the leather coat and nothing else just like Tony wanted. He moved a little, sitting back comfortably, and feeling the hardness that pressed insistently on his ass.
He always believed that getting each other naked was great foreplay and Loki kept on skipping it when he zapped their clothes off. He wiggled a bit, and felt Loki's grip tighten on his hips to keep him still, strong fingers digging through denim and radiating a pleasant coolness.
"Well, this is new," he said teasingly.
Loki shrugged as best as he could from his position, a playful smirk on his lips. "You bother me frequently enough about it."
"I'll make sure you enjoy it," he replied, leaning down and bracing his forearms on either side of Loki's head to kiss him at the corner of his lips, then down his chin.
"Of that I have no doubt," he stated a little breathlessly.
Tony lifted his face and looked at Loki, raising an eyebrow at him. "Do you really have to have the last word?"
"Yes," he answered softly, laughter clear on those red eyes.
Tony rolled his eyes at him and put a trail of kisses down his long neck, one hand moving down to push his clothes out of the way and expose his chest and shoulders, licking at the cool skin and nipping here and there before he bit down on the crook between neck and shoulder. Loki grunted in response, bucking his hips up involuntarily as his grip on Tony's hips tightened. His hands moved from his hips and went under his shirt, up his smooth back and making him gasp and stiffen as those cold hands met with his heated skin, goose bumps breaking out of his skin and making his hair stand on end as he bit harder on Loki's flesh to stop from groaning.
Then those hands (those freaking sexy hands) slid to his chest, cooling his skin and it felt so good, Tony couldn't help the moan that went past his lips. A pair of cool thumbs circled his nipples, scraping lightly with blunt, cold nails and he crushed a pillow by Loki's head and his loosened robes with his fists as he groaned again, his back arching into the touch.
"You're unfair," he groaned as fingers pinched his nipples and touched the sensitive skin around the arc reactor.
"And impatient," Loki added huskily. Without warning, he flipped them over and had them both naked. Again.
A little annoyed as Loki made himself comfortable between his thighs, Tony glared. "One of these days, I'm going to find out how I can block your magic on my own."
"Ah, but where would be the fun in that?" he asked with a sultry smirk, his eyes traveling up and down the pale expanse of lightly tanned skin. "Wouldn't you rather just ask Thor to provide you with one?"
Tony snorted. "Oh, I can see it now. 'Hey, Thor, can you send me one of those magic blocking things you got in Asgard? I'd prefer the handcuffs if you can find me a pair but anything's good.' That's wrong in all levels." He paused as he shifted and spread his legs a little wider, making himself comfortable against the pillows and gasping as he felt what could only be Loki's hard, thick and cold cock brush against his own hot and hard one. "Besides, where's the fun in that if I can't make it myself?"
"I'm sure you will accomplish it if you give enough thought to it," Loki replied patronizingly as he seized Tony's lips and kissed him into silence, his deliciously cold hands finding their way under his ass, squeezing them hard until his back arched off the bed, making him pull away as he threw his head to one side.
"Damn," he gasped, hands finding purchase on Loki's forearms and digging his nails into his skin. "Fuck. I can see magic blocking handcuffs in your future. Maybe I should just ask Thor."
"Enough talk about my brother and blocking my magic. I will have you. Now," Loki very nearly growled as ravaged Tony's mouth with his own. He pulled away and allowed Tony a moment to catch his breath as he bit a trail of hard kisses along his neck, licking and sucking at every new bruise he made on his skin. The coolness of his lips, of his breath and his tongue made Tony squirm as his body responded even more heatedly, running his palms on any patch of skin he could reach as he mindlessly thrust his achingly hot cock against Loki's own.
A blue hand squirmed between their pressed groins and Tony nearly came as long fingers closed around both of their cocks in a strong and firm grasp. The cold was too much stimulation for his heated flesh and, with just a few strokes, he came all over them both, spilling all over their stomachs in hot jets of white.
"Damn, and here I thought I'd last longer than that," he said breathlessly. He swallowed hard and he wondered if it was possible to be hard almost immediately when he saw Loki staring at him with a smug smile curving his lips, his hand wet with his come slipping again between his legs and fuck, he could feel a finger push in, slowly but not stopping until it was completely inside.
The cold made him shudder, made him go achingly hard in record time and God, he remembered that one time he had experimented with an ice cube.
It didn't feel even remotely as pleasurable as this.
And it got even better when he started to move that long finger in there, working him hard until he could slip in a second and spread him wider, the tightness giving way slowly as it familiarized itself again with the sensation.
"Damn it, Loki, just move a little," he said brokenly, shifting his hips and moving against those fingers, trying to get that perfect angle that made him see stars before his eyes.
"I want you to ride me," he whispered, taking his lips again and flipping them so Tony would be on top.
"You have got to stop doing that," Tony groaned against his mouth, lifting his hips and dropping back down on Loki's fingers. "Fuck."
"That is what we are about to do, yes," said Loki as he pulled his fingers out of him, taking hold of Tony's hips and lifting him above his hard cock. "I want to see your face when you fuck yourself on my cock, Tony."
"Well, you'd better let go of my hips then 'cause this is going to be a long, bumpy ride," he said breathlessly as he lined himself above the head of Loki's cock, slowly lowering his hips down till he could feel himself being stretched wide as the head pushed in.
He moaned, breathing ragged and his face a picture of pained pleasure as he sank down until his ass rested on Loki's thighs. The hard cock inside him pulsed, cool and so incredible he wondered why they never did this before (damn Loki and his self-esteem issues). His muscles clenched around him and he could see the look of bliss on Loki's face, could feel him try to control himself from the way his fists curled around sheets instead of Tony's hips, his body tense and still.
He steadied his knees and lifted himself up then drove himself back down, over and over, shifting little by little until he got just the right angle that drove him crazy. Loki bucked his hips in time, skin slapping against skin as they moved in perfect sync against each other. He rode him, hard and fast, not caring about the growing cramp in his legs as he leaned forward to brace his hands on Loki's shoulders, feeling one hand close around his cock while the other held his hip, his mouth falling open as he was overcome with sensation. Loki, ever the opportunist, locked their mouths together in a deep kiss that made his toes curl and nearly threw his rhythm.
Soon their movements became erratic as they came closer to completion and he came in thick streams of white, his muscles clenching around Loki's cock in reflex. A few more thrusts and Loki came as well, the gush of his release filling Tony up and he idly noted that it was just as cold as the rest of him was.
He rested his forehead against Loki's shoulder, breathing starting to calm and his heartbeat slowing back to normal.
He felt arms not as cold as before wound around him and he lifted his face and saw that Loki had already returned to normal, his green eyes vibrant and warm as he looked down at him. Still joined together, Loki moved them both so they could lie on their sides, raining soft kisses on Tony's face.
"Wow, we should definitely do this more often," he sighed, sated and a little tired. His legs were going to kill him tomorrow.
"After my work on the Bifrost, then we can do this how many times you wish it," he replied earnestly.
"Now you're just spoiling me rotten," he said coyly, batting his eyes at the god who looked every bit as satisfied as he knew he was. "But, I'll take your word on that." He yawned, feeling his eyelids droop as Loki's face blurred in front of him. "Gonna miss you around, though."
"So will I," he heard Loki murmur softly as his eyes drifted closed. "Go to sleep, Tony."
He grunted in agreement as he shifted closer. Before he completely fell asleep he thought he heard Loki's voice.
"I find it unbelievable how you make me love you..."
End of Flash Back
When he'd woken up, Loki wasn't there anymore. He could've sworn that he could hear those words play in his head over and over again, scaring the hell out of him as he was forced to think about how he felt and up until now, he still didn't know. He liked Loki – really liked him a lot. But love? He didn't know and he couldn't broach it until he knew how Loki felt for him. In all the notes he'd sent, they weren't mentioned at all and he'd wondered often if his mind had been playing tricks on him.
And now they were going to have a baby together. What will happen then?
"– Tony? Hey, are you listening?"
He felt an elbow dig lightly on his side and he grunted in response, turning to the front seat where Steve was looking at him with a concerned expression on his face.
"You okay?" he asked and Tony gave himself a mental shake before grinning.
"Yeah, I was just thinking," he answered casually.
Steve looked searchingly at his face. "You're going to bed as soon as we get home."
"Yes, Ma," he answered with a playful waggle of his eyebrows that never failed to amuse Steve.
"Well, as I was saying, Thor's back and now we can begin planning how we can evacuate the village," said Steve as he turned his gaze to Natasha and Clint. "Then disarm the bomb."
"I still think disarming the bomb first is our best bet," Natasha suggested. "If they don't have any bombs, then they'll be crippled."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that they don't have any other weapons besides the bomb," Clint interjected.
"Which is why we're going to have to sneak in there and disarm it before anyone finds out," the redhead countered.
The conversation continued without him participating or listening at all. He'd find out what they were talking about from Fury anyway so why bother discussing it now?
Again, he thought of Loki and what he'd do when he found out. Tony had already made a decision long ago that he'd keep Jellybean.
The only question was if Loki would want to be with them.
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Author's Note: So how was it? Was it good? Did it suck? I know I promised some awkward parts with Thor but the chapter was getting long and it might come up in the next chapter.
Hope the smut was good enough. Second time posting something like this and still practicing. Tell me what you guys think!
Oh, question: Can you tell me who you want to pair with Bruce and Steve? Please tell me who and why 'cause I really can't make my mind up about it. You can also tell me if you like them single and why.
Anyways, leave me a comment or a question and I'll try to answer.
Randomness: Ah, no Thor or Fury this chapter. Next chapter maybe? Hope this chapter delivers though. (Heh. Deliver.)
IanPeriwinkle: XD Hope you liked it!
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"Hey, Thor! Clint has something to ask you!"
"Wait, I don't – damn it, Tony!"
"Yes, Friend Clint?"
"It's nothing. Really."
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"Why the sudden –" the Asgardian's eyes widened and he blinked, looking down at Clint's face searchingly. Clint could almost imagine a light bulb (or a candle, whatever it was they use in Asgard) flashing over Thor's head when he realized something that made the archer feel queasy. And he was right to feel that way when Thor's gaze slipped down to his very flat, definitely not pregnant, stomach.
Oh, hell, no!